User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-3474228-20110529013214/@comment-3474228-20110529021509

Sliscaer's dilated pupils then come back to normal size, and the pain hits him like a hammer. He pulls the dagger out viciously, more blood spattering on the ground. He falls to the floor and looks up at Armas, then at the dagger. "Y-you! You dare wound m-me?! I'll make your death slow a-and miserable! Wretch! Traitor! #$%@! %^&&%!"